Just when I thought my life could get no worse, my step brother confided in his older brother what he had been doing and how good of a cock sucker I w...s. I remember it was our senior year of high school. My older step brother had moved out but every year the “men” of the family would get together to go deer hunting.We were up on the Mogollon Rim in Northern Arizona near the Grand Canyon. Eugene had told my step dad that he and Alvin (his older brother) would hike to the north and that they. They all loved it, especially when I "put the lid down," as cool people like me call retracting the hardtop. Although the word "lid" might be cool only in my imagination, my claim to coolness did have some basis in reality: Opening the roof requires pushing a button. The button needs to be held continuously while the lid is retracting, which takes about twenty five seconds. There's no engineering reason why pushing the button once couldn't do the job, rather than making the driver hold the. I surmised that some force of nature must have heaved the plate upward slightly so that it broke the plane of the floor.I found an indentation at one end of the plate that looked as if it were a handle of sorts. Even though I thought it would be too heavy to lift by myself, I grabbed the handhold, bent my knees, locked my elbows and pushed upright with all the strength my legs could generate. To my great shock, the plate pivoted upward so smooth and effortlessly that all my excess effort sent. Instead he rushed toward me and pulled me into his arms, pressed his lips firmly against my own and lowered us down onto the floor of our faithful treehouse. We were quick to remove each others clothes, the warm breeze brushing against our bodies. As quickly as the clothes came off though, we did not make love. We simply wrapped our bodies together and kissed every inch of skin that we could find. Our breathing was rushed and we were getting hotter by the minute. Henry then began to kiss his.